Dreamworld of a DreamPwner

Is this thing on? Testing, testing...

Welcome to my wonderful Dream Journal. Yeah, I have a real-life one, but I find that I tend to pick up more facts and just gain a better understanding of my dreams by posting them on here. Enjoy my mind.

I'm in some sort of class in this big building. At some point, I managed to flush myself down a toilet in this building, to get out of the bathroom and travel around the building. In class, I receive a slip of paper that says I'm in trouble because I flushed myself down the toilet. A lady comes to speak with me, and we walk down the hallway. I tell her that I only flushed myself down the toilet because I have a tendency to have dreams where I'm locked in the bathroom, and the only way out is the toilet. This is totally made up, by the way, but in the dream it felt like I was actually logically reaching the answer to the question "Why did I flush myself down the toilet?" In fact, I further explained to her that I only ever flushed myself down the toilet in a dream, that I was being judged in real life for something I had only done in a dream, that I was innocent of any real life toilet flushings. She seemed to agree.

At this point, the building of the dream changed from having a "school" function to having a "home" function, though it was a very large building. The parents were away, so I believe Micah was doing a friend a favor by letting him stay at the house. This friend was having sex with his girlfriend upstairs very loudly when the parents unexpectedly arrive. Needless to say, Micah was in trouble. There's a family argument around the table, and I defend Micah, voicing some very true and vehement opinions at Dad, who does the "Dad laugh."

Family troubles pop up in my dreams a lot, but that whole flushing-myself-down-the-toilet thing is quite unique, as is my totally illogical and ill-informed explanation for it. I should've recognized I was in a dream by the fact that I was in school.

Fragment:

I find myself at a music festival, where me and someone else (Micah? Kristy?) are debating which stage to go to.

I'm really pretty unsure if both of these were actually dream fragments, or if they were actually just an imagination trip. I suppose one blends into the other when it comes to dreams, eh?

A Stroll in Chicago

I'm walking the streets of "Chicago" (actually, Lafayette, near Matt's neighborhood) with Jasmyn and Micah. Eventually, the police give us a phone call about giving rides. Some old guy talks about that.

I really wish I remembered this dream better, but it was in my first sleeping period of the night. I honestly don't remember the police phone call or the old guy very much at all. I just remember where we were walking.

Mall to Steven's to Party

I'm walking through an alternate version of the mall that has a clearance sale of arcade games and stuff. There's actually a Mega Man skeeball game (maybe a Sonic one, too?). Around this time, I find myself in Steven's apartment. I'm analyzing a particular glowing green pattern of lines. I'm attracted to Ashley, who happens to be there as well. Over time, the room changes (though I still believe this to be the same dream). I'm hanging around drinking vodka with Lance, at least two guys and two girls. A girl admires me while I drink the vodka. I get pretty heavily drunk and sit there. Someone tells me to wait it out. I notice that a guy and girl are fucking on this object (either a cooler or a small table). After this, the other guy takes over with the girl. They have stand-up sex while she lowers herself onto his penis. Eventually, I find myself in her place (and Lance in his), with Lance's dick sliding into my ass. He fucks me standing up (I'm pretty much oblivious and drunk) and he lets out a load moan as he comes. I tell him he should be more quiet, since my parents are around. We decide to leave the party discreetly. We're stopped briefly by my mom, who seems to slightly suspect something. We walk around what in reality is Matt's neighborhood. I'm a little worried about driving drunk, but we get in the car anyway. I reflect that I've heard alcohol suppresses REM sleep, and I hope I'll still remember the dreams I'll have tonight.

Damn it! That last thought should've been a dead giveaway. Anyway, this dream was pretty interesting, as there were a number of spontaneous scene changes, though aspects of the dream remained constant. The part where I was staring at the green line pattern was very abstract. For some reason, I felt it had some connection with directions on a map (as in, the line between Point A and Point B on Google Maps), but the pattern kept changing, sometimes even becoming dashed or incomplete.

When I woke up this morning, I really didn't remember any aspects of my dreams at all, but I followed some advice I'd heard and just laid there for a while. From minute to minute, I would remember new aspects of the dreams (especially the latter one), and I'd jot down keywords. In this way, I basically reconstructed the second dream entirely from memory, when no conscious memory existed to begin with.